Si Tian Guan

The noon sun is very bright, shining softly through the window paper, making people lazy.

Lunch has been finished, many people take a short nap at this time, everywhere is very quiet, Liu Chongming likes to slowly flip through the accounting documents in this quiet.

He has been interested in such things as getting money into the account since he was a child, at least far more interested than being in the muddy water. It is said that the abacus and silver ingots were also caught at the birthday banquet.

In the past, my elder brother often used this incident as a joke to make fun of him.

It's ridiculous, the elder brother still patiently taught him about this aspect, and he also thought that he would just count the money for the rest of his life, until one day, he replaced his elder brother as the heir apparent.

Since that year, this reunion festival has become the day the family least wants to mention.

On this day, his elder brother was sent home, but he was lifeless.

Bandits and bandits were rampant in Dingling Hill, and no one expected that they would rob Prince An Ding. His elder brother and dozens of guards accompanied him, but none of them survived.

He no longer had the chance to be teased into anger by his brother.

Bai Shiyan's words seemed to be roaring in his ears again: "What about your brother? Just let it go?"

Of course he didn't believe that any robber would be so bold as to kill Prince An Ding, but he also didn't dare to think that anyone would dare to kill his elder brother.

The emperor also sent people to search for them, and he and his father even went to prison to arrest them and tortured those vicious criminals, but found nothing.

In the past four years, he spread the dark hall of the shop in all directions, especially paying attention to the surroundings of Dingling Hill, but he still didn't get any clues, and he didn't even know which direction to look for.

Is it true that he has to admit that his elder brother was just out of luck and was intercepted and killed by robbers who wanted money?

But even if you are not reconciled, what else can you do?After four years, how many valuable clues are left?

Liu Chongming clenched the pen tightly in his hand, and after being in a daze for a long time, he patiently flipped through the pages again, which were all kinds of news collected from various shops——he wanted to grasp even the slightest hope.

After reading a few copies, he took out a piece of paper and looked at it carefully, a little surprised.

Not only did the Liu family do a lot of business on the ground, but they also often traveled by water. This season, the sea was very rough. He didn't get any news in time for more than half a month, and he was considering whether to send someone to respond.

The letter was indeed to report safety. Although the Liu family's fleet encountered heavy rain, luckily the boatmen were experienced and the boat was big enough to reach the ferry safely.

Not only that, they also fished up another ship from the sea, and half of the people and cargo on board were narrowly saved.

An account book was attached at the back of the letter, which not only recorded the money in and out of the trip, but also the number of people rescued from the ship, their identities, the catalog of the cargo, and the owner behind it.

panhy...

Liu Chongming paused when he saw the name.

He didn't become an official because on the one hand he didn't like hypocrisy and arrogance in the court, and on the other hand he didn't think clearly about which way to start in order to make progress in his brother's affairs.

If you go to the wrong place and get entangled in the intertwined interests, I'm afraid you won't have time to care about other things.

But as the prince of An Dinghou, not being an official does not mean that he can disassociate himself from these people.

This Pan He is one of the several godsons adopted by Eunuch Yu, and he even recognized a godfather at a young age, it is really shameless, but Eunuch Yu is also the most intimate eunuch around the emperor.

Some favors should be sold after all.

Liu Chongming smiled and circled Pan He's name.

This Eunuch Pan has become famous in the capital recently, and even when they were drinking together, they would say that Pan He was not only hit in the face by that little monster with a bone, but also stepped on his chest.

Presumably Pan He's expression at that time must have been wonderful.

He couldn't help but think of the little boy curled up on the ground, thinking of those bright and calm beautiful eyes.

Shi Yan had clearly said that the child was very timid before, how could he suddenly become so bold and reckless.

Is it really crazy?

When he threw the oracle bone in his hand, Qu Chenzhou knew that he would not survive.

His hands were tied behind his back, and the rope around his neck was hanging from his neck, so he could only desperately stand on tiptoe.

Although he lives again, there are not many things in this world that make him nostalgic. Even Chongming has seen it once. He should have no fear of life and death, but the instinct of survival still makes him barely stand up straight again and again, from being strangled by the neck. Steal a hard breath in the rope.

In a trance, it seems that he is still trapped in a dark prison day and night, being stuffed in the shackles and tortured endlessly.

But Liu Chongming wanted him to live, Pan He wanted him to die.

Wounding Pan Hyuk in the face again, Ben had no intention of living again.The life of a lowly person is nothing more than a bit of face for others.

I have hated and complained before, hated why my parents gave birth to him since they didn't want me, hated all the injustices, but at the end of the struggle, he had no strength at all.

At one time, I thought that as long as I could live, I would be fine.

The only warmth that he missed was that he used to push him with all his strength, so that he finally learned to stand in front of others with his head held high.But after that person disappeared, he really became a man made of stone.

As outsiders said him, cold-blooded and cold-hearted.

Going through the ups and downs of the whole life, whether it is life or death, it doesn't matter to him.

Qu Chenzhou felt that his surroundings seemed vast, and for some reason, he only remembered four words: It is difficult to cross the river of forgetfulness.

Could it be that he is someone who can't even cross the River of Forgetfulness?

I remember a long time ago, the person who named him once said that he did not belong here, just like the stars in the sky fell on the mortal world.

If this is the case, what is the purpose of his coming to the world?

The rope around his neck was lifted up again, and the person watching by the side seemed to have had enough of playing, thinking of going to work soon, and became impatient with his dying struggle, and kicked him on the ankle.

Vaguely, it seemed that there were layers of onlookers booing him, telling him to die quickly.

He staggered, his toes left the ground, the thin air in his throat was suddenly cut off, and the terrifying suffocation instantly filled his whole body, he could only raise his neck and breathe greedily.

It was as if he flew away from that body when he was about to die, and his whole body was floating in the icy water, shivering from the cold, going east and west, not knowing which direction to go.

In this ups and downs, his body moved upwards, as if someone scooped him up, and the elegant warmth enveloped him, and there was a nostalgic atmosphere surrounding him.

"Who are you?" He struggled to wake up from the nightmare, but he couldn't open his eyes, he could only hear himself asking in a low voice: "Is it you... Is it you..."

He couldn't help sobbing mixed in his voice, as if someone who had been wronged a lot had finally found a place to talk.

"Chongming... Chongming..."

No one answered him, and he fell asleep in the good smell.

When I woke up again, it was time to go to bed at night, and I could hear the familiar sound of walking outside.

He saw the beams above his head that had been half-gnawed by mice, the tattered window paper was blown by the wind on the narrow transom, and the cloth curtain that hadn't been washed for a long time was separated from the bed, and the clothes covering his body were My own quilt is as thin as a piece of paper.

When turning over slightly, the old wooden boards creaked.

All the life and death before it seems like a dream of yesterday.

This is his residence in Qisheng Building, it is only the size of a bed, and the wooden box under the bed contains daily change of clothes and utensils, nothing else.

Other people live outside the curtain, and in every small space that is separated, there are people like him who have not been enslaved for various reasons.

They were crowded like this, living in this big, filthy room in the west courtyard.

Lying on his back, he heard the sound of a woman sobbing and cursing a few cubicles away, and finally remembered.

Thinking about it, I was afraid to avoid the divination, but why did I make that fatal divination for Pan He.

In order to leave the sold child for the woman, he begged the master to earn 2000 taels within a month, and begged the master not to separate the mother and child.

Qu Chenzhou covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and felt that his skin was soon wet, and something cold slipped from the corner of his eyes to the pillow.

He couldn't save anyone, including himself.

I don't know if it's because he has been suppressed for too long before, but he who should be as cold as a rock has become so fragile now.

Hearing the movement on his side, no one bothered to come over to see.People like them will have empty beds at any time, or will be sold, or will die.

Anyway, it won't be long before new people will move in.

Too busy to take care of yourself, how can you have the energy to take care of others.

Although Qu Chenzhou has lived for a long time, he has always been reticent and rarely talks to anyone. He curled up in this corner, as if he didn't exist.

But he knew that every time he was carried back on the verge of death, someone would bet on whether he could make it through, but his life was very hard, and he struggled back from life and death again and again.

This time, he didn't expect to be alive, not even himself.

He stretched out his hand, and with the faint light from outside the curtain, he looked at the bruises on his arms from being strangled by the hemp rope, and the circle around his neck was also worn out, which caused severe pain.

Things are not dreaming at Pan Hyuk either.

who rescued him?

And why do you want to save him?

Qu Chenzhou put his hand on the tip of his nose—the pleasant smell, like sycamore flowers that had been sun-baked, was so familiar that he wanted to shed tears.

Is it Chongming?

But how is it possible?